Do Not Enter

Do Not Open

Why enter the verboten room of the past.
By prying open life's old sealed doorway.
What would be gained at the end of the day?
It cannot be altered or recast,
Is there a harboring hope to right the foregone?
or visit that quiet room of respite reminiscent of peace
Maybe a haunting skeleton laid to rest refuses to cease
And hopscotches through the mind when tranquil and alone

Whatever the purpose the past is forever spent,
Not even a phantom foot print lingers behind
Its hollow hall swept by sanitizing time to never be found.
Enter present's door of opportunity--and don't relent,
Clinging to daunting apparitions past chains the mind
to crippling cinder blocks for all that drag them around